18-04-2025, 03:00 PM
Thanks for your feedback guys. One thing about my mom that you guys should know is that she easily falls into suggestions of other people i.e Shalini.
Story continues...
The room was a suffocating mix of sweat, moans, and the relentless thump of flesh.
I crouched by the window now, having moved from the blocked keyhole, my eye pressed to a crack in the curtains.
Mom—Rekha—was on her hands and knees, her fat ass shaking like a storm with every brutal thrust from Manoj’s cock in her pussy.
Her big boobs swung wildly, nipples hard, and her pussy was dripping, releasing juices that coated her thighs, glistening in the dim light.
Manoj fucked her hard, his thick, veined cock slamming deep, making her body quiver and her moans spill out, raw and needy.
Mom - “Aashh! Oohhh! Aaahhh! Manoj… it’s too much…”
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your pussy’s gushing juices! You’re loving this cock, you slut!”
Mom - “No, Manoj… I’m not… it’s just… my body… I don’t want this! I have never done this filthy"
Manoj - “Bullshit, bitch—your juices say you’re a whore for my dick. Keep taking it!”
Her denial was weak, her voice trembling as her ass kept shaking, each thump sending ripples through her plump cheeks. I watched, my heart pounding, horrified by how her pussy leaked like she was enjoying it.
Manoj’s eyes dropped lower, fixating on her tight asshole, a small, puckered ring between her jiggling cheeks.
His stare was dark, hungry, and I knew he was thinking of something more sinister—something worse than what he was already doing.
My innocent mind knew what an asshole was; I’d heard kids at college whisper it was where people shit from. Why would
Manoj want that hole? It was disgusting, unthinkable, and the idea made my stomach churn, my young brain reeling with shock.
Wasn’t her pussy enough?
Manoj - “Rekha, your asshole’s so fucking tight. I’m gonna fuck it—gonna rip that hole open with my cock.”
Mom - “No! Manoj, please, not anal sex! I’m begging you—don’t touch there, it’s wrong!”
Manoj - “Wrong? I’m a pervert, Rekha—I need to fuck your asshole. Saw that big booty at Shalini’s party, shaking in that tight dress, and I’ve been dreaming of this hole ever since.”
Mom - “Please, Manoj, no! I can’t… it’s too much… anything but that!”
Her voice was pure panic, her eyes wide with fear. She’d always been religious—praying every morning, keeping our home pure.
Anal sex was never in her world, a sin she’d never even imagined, let alone endured. Manoj’s obsession with her ass, sparked at that party where Shalini made her wear that revealing dress, was a violation she couldn’t fathom.
I was shocked, asking myself why he’d want something so gross, so forbidden. It felt like he was trying to break her completely, to take even her dignity.
Manoj pulled his cock from her pussy with a wet pop, the slick shaft glistening with her juices. Her ass stopped shaking for a moment, her body tensing.
Manoj - “Spread your buttcheeks, Rekha. Show me that asshole—time to fuck it.”
Mom - “No, Manoj! I won’t… I can’t do that… please, don’t make me!”
She scrambled away, fear driving her. Her hands clutched the sheets, pulling them over her ass like a shield.
She curled her legs under, trying to hide her asshole, her boobs pressed against the bed as she whimpered, shaking her head.
Her eyes darted to the door, like she was thinking of running, but Manoj’s glare pinned her in place.
Manoj - “Get back here, you fucking slut! Turn to doggystyle and spread your cheeks, or I’ll force you!”
Mom - “Manoj, please… I’m scared… don’t do this… I’ll do anything else…”
I wondered—was this the “massage” Manoj had lied about? He’d told me he was helping Mom relax, but this was no relaxation. It was a nightmare, and Mom was trapped.
Slowly, her shoulders slumped, and she turned back to doggystyle, her hands trembling as she reached back and spread her buttcheeks.
Her asshole was small, pink, and tight, quivering slightly as she exposed it. My breath caught—it was cute, in a strange way, but so wrong for this.
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, that asshole’s perfect—tight and ready for my cock.”
Mom - “No, Manoj… it’s not ready… please, don’t touch it… I’m begging…”
Manoj ignored her, dipping his fingers into her pussy, scooping her juices and smearing them over her asshole, lubricating it with slick, warm fluid.
Her religious heart must’ve screamed—anal sex was a line she’d never crossed, a taboo her faith condemned.
But her body betrayed her, the juices making her asshole glisten, inviting Manoj’s perversion. I fully understood now—Mom was doing something wrong, sinning against Dad, against us, even if she was forced. Manoj’s voice dripped with shame.
Manoj - “Look at this, Rekha—your pussy juices making your asshole shine. It’s fucking beautiful, you slut.”
Mom - “Stop, Manoj… don’t say that… it’s not beautiful… it’s shameful…”
Manoj - “Shameful? Your asshole’s a work of art, bitch—gonna fuck it till you scream.”
I nodded, confused but agreeing with Manoj—her asshole was cute, small, and perfect, but the thought of him using it made me sick.
It was so wrong, so dirty. Manoj positioned himself, his massive cock—thick, veined, still wet from her pussy—pressing against her asshole.
He readied her, rubbing the tip around the rim, teasing the tight ring.
Manoj - “Here we go, Rekha. My cock’s going in your asshole—relax, or it’ll hurt more.”
Mom - “UUUHH! AAAHH! Manoj, no! It’s too big… it won’t fit!”
Manoj - “Shut the fuck up, slut! Stop shouting and take my dick!”
Mom - “AAAHH! It’s uncomfortable… it hurts so much… please, stop!”
Manoj - “I don’t give a shit, Rekha—your asshole’s mine. Push back, you whore!”
She shouted, her voice raw, as he pushed harder, the tip stretching her asshole painfully.
She tried to avoid it—clenching her cheeks, shifting her hips forward, even reaching back to push his cock away with trembling fingers.
But Manoj was relentless, his hands gripping her hips, forcing her still. I agreed with Mom—his dick was too big, impossible for that tiny hole. It couldn’t fit, not without tearing her apart.
The struggle was brutal. Her asshole resisted, the tight ring refusing to open, but Manoj kept pushing, his cockhead pressing harder, stretching her inch by inch.
Her screams were deafening, her body shaking, sweat dripping down her back. She kicked her legs slightly, trying to crawl away, but Manoj yanked her back, his grip like iron.
Creatively, she grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips to lift her ass higher, hoping it’d make him slip out, but it only gave him better access.
Manoj - “You fucking bitch, stop fighting! Spread your cheeks and let my cock in!”
Mom - “AAAHH! UUUHH! I can’t, Manoj! It’s tearing me… please, no!”
Manoj - “Take it, you whore! Your asshole’s opening—fuck, it’s tight!”
Mom - “AAAHH! NO! It hurts… I can’t do this… stop!”
Finally, with a sickening pop, the cockhead entered her asshole, her scream piercing the air. Her body froze, trembling, but she jumped forward instinctively, her ass clenching, forcing his dick out.
Manoj roared, his face red with anger, his cock throbbing in the air.
Manoj - “Goddamn it, Rekha! You fucking ruined it! Relax, you stupid slut!”
Mom - “I’m sorry, Manoj… AAAHH! It hurt so much… please, give me a moment…”
Manoj - “A moment? You’re pissing me off, bitch! Get back in doggystyle—now!”
Mom - “Please, Manoj… just a second… I can’t… it’s too much…”
I was in shock, my heart racing. I wanted to stop Manoj, to call Dad, to do anything, but I didn’t.
Why? I was scared—scared of Manoj’s anger, scared of what Dad would think, scared of breaking Mom’s secret.
I was just a kid, frozen by fear and confusion, my love for her tangled with disgust. Manoj stood, storming to her, grabbing her hair while she was still facing him.
He looked into her eyes, his face inches from hers, and kissed her forcefully, his lips smashing against hers, his tongue invading her mouth.
Manoj - “You’re mine, Rekha—every fucking hole. Turn around, or I’ll make you.”
Mom - “Manoj, please… don’t… I need time… it hurts…”
He didn’t listen, swiftly spinning her to doggystyle, her fat ass jiggling as she landed on her knees.
Her cheeks bounced, her pussy still dripping, her asshole red from the earlier attempt. She begged, her voice cracking.
Mom - “Manoj, I’m begging… don’t do this… it’s too painful…”
Manoj - “Shut up, slut. Adjust—push your ass up, relax your hole. I’m fucking it now.”
Mom - “Please… I can’t… it’s wrong… I’m scared…”
She obeyed, lifting her ass higher, her hands spreading her cheeks again, her asshole quivering.
Manoj lined up his cock, pushing slowly this time, the tip pressing against her lubricated hole. She endured, her body trembling, her breath ragged.
The cockhead entered again, stretching her asshole with a slow, agonizing burn.
Mom - “AAAHH! UUUHH! MANOJ, IT HURTS! PLEASE, NO!”
Manoj - “Don’t fucking move, you whore! Stay still, or I’ll rip your asshole apart!”
Mom - “AAAHH! I’m trying… it’s too big… I can’t…”
I moved to another window, desperate to see better, my eye pressed to a different crack.
I felt guilty, knowing I was doing bad manners, eagerly watching Mom turn into a slut, but I couldn’t stop.
Manoj’s cock was pushing into her asshole, the tight ring stretching painfully around the head, then an inch more.
She shouted, her screams raw, because the pain was unbearable—her asshole wasn’t meant for this, too small, too tight for his massive dick. Manoj guided her, his voice harsh.
Manoj - “Push back, Rekha—open your asshole. Take my cock, you slut.”
Mom - “UUUHH! AAAHH! I can’t… it’s burning… please, stop!”
Manoj - “Keep going, bitch—your hole’s taking it. Fuck, it’s tight.”
Mom - “AAAHH! Manoj, it’s too much… I’m trying… it hurts!”
It wasn’t working—her asshole clenched, resisting, and Manoj’s patience snapped. He pulled out in anger, his cock springing free, and threw Mom to the side, her body hitting the bed with a thud. She gasped, curling up, her ass still jiggling.
Manoj - “You’re a fucking useless slut, Rekha! Can’t even take my dick in your asshole!”
Mom - “I’m sorry, Manoj… it’s too painful… I tried… please, don’t be mad…”
Manoj stormed to his suitcase, rummaging through it. He pulled out a small, shiny object, tapered at one end, with a flared base. My eyes widened—what was that?
Manoj - “This, Rekha, is an anal plug. Gonna stretch your asshole so you’re ready for my cock next time.”
Mom - “An… anal plug? What… what is it? I don’t understand…”
Manoj - “It’s a toy, you dumb slut. Goes in your asshole, stays there, opens you up. Now lie on your stomach.”
Mom - “Okay, Manoj… but… will it hurt? I’m scared…”
She agreed, lying on her stomach, her hands parting her asscheeks again. Her asshole was red, still slick with her juices. Manoj pushed the plug against it, the tip slipping in easily but the wider part stretching her.
She gasped, her body tensing, her legs kicking slightly as she tried to adjust. The struggle was intense—her asshole resisted, clenching, but Manoj twisted it, pushing harder until it popped in, fully locked, the base snug against her cheeks.
Mom - “AAAHH! Manoj, it’s… it’s in! It feels so strange… will it hurt?”
Manoj - “It’s fine, slut. Keeps your asshole ready. Never take it out, got it?”
Mom - “But… what if I need to… to shit? I can’t keep it in forever…”
Manoj - “Take it out then, but put it back after. Your asshole’s mine now.”
Mom - “Okay… I’ll try… it’s so uncomfortable…”
Manoj sat back, stroking his cock, still hard and throbbing. He pointed to it, his grin wicked.
Manoj - “Get over here, Rekha. Suck my cock—I need to cum, and your mouth’s perfect.”
Mom - “Alright, Manoj… I’ll do it… just… no more anal sex, please.”
She crawled to him, her boobs swaying, the plug shifting in her asshole with every move.
She took his cock in her mouth, sucking like a professional slut—her lips tight, her tongue swirling, her head bobbing with a rhythm that shocked me.
Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes half-closed, and she made soft, wet sounds, like she’d done this before. I couldn’t believe it—Mom, my holy mom, sucking like that.
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, you’re a professional slut! Sucking my cock like a porn star—damn!”
Mom - “Mmm… I’m just… doing what you want… I’m not that…”
Manoj - “Not that? You’re a fucking pro, bitch—keep sucking, make me cum.”
She kept going, her mouth working faster, her hands gripping his thighs. His cock twitched, and with a grunt, he came, thick spurts filling her mouth.
She gagged, her eyes watering, and tried to pull back, spit dribbling down her chin.
Manoj - “Swallow it, Rekha! Don’t you dare spit my cum out, you whore!”
Mom - “Mmm… Manoj, I can’t… it’s too much… please…”
Manoj - “Swallow, bitch! Open your mouth after—show me it’s gone.”
She swallowed, her throat bobbing, her face crumpling with disgust. She opened her mouth, tongue out, showing it was empty. Manoj laughed, satisfied, and collapsed onto the bed.
Mom curled up beside him, both naked, the plug still in her asshole, her body slick with sweat. They fell asleep, the room quiet except for their heavy breathing.
Then the next morning..........
Story continues...
The room was a suffocating mix of sweat, moans, and the relentless thump of flesh.
I crouched by the window now, having moved from the blocked keyhole, my eye pressed to a crack in the curtains.
Mom—Rekha—was on her hands and knees, her fat ass shaking like a storm with every brutal thrust from Manoj’s cock in her pussy.
Her big boobs swung wildly, nipples hard, and her pussy was dripping, releasing juices that coated her thighs, glistening in the dim light.
Manoj fucked her hard, his thick, veined cock slamming deep, making her body quiver and her moans spill out, raw and needy.
Mom - “Aashh! Oohhh! Aaahhh! Manoj… it’s too much…”
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, your pussy’s gushing juices! You’re loving this cock, you slut!”
Mom - “No, Manoj… I’m not… it’s just… my body… I don’t want this! I have never done this filthy"
Manoj - “Bullshit, bitch—your juices say you’re a whore for my dick. Keep taking it!”
Her denial was weak, her voice trembling as her ass kept shaking, each thump sending ripples through her plump cheeks. I watched, my heart pounding, horrified by how her pussy leaked like she was enjoying it.
Manoj’s eyes dropped lower, fixating on her tight asshole, a small, puckered ring between her jiggling cheeks.
His stare was dark, hungry, and I knew he was thinking of something more sinister—something worse than what he was already doing.
My innocent mind knew what an asshole was; I’d heard kids at college whisper it was where people shit from. Why would
Manoj want that hole? It was disgusting, unthinkable, and the idea made my stomach churn, my young brain reeling with shock.
Wasn’t her pussy enough?
Manoj - “Rekha, your asshole’s so fucking tight. I’m gonna fuck it—gonna rip that hole open with my cock.”
Mom - “No! Manoj, please, not anal sex! I’m begging you—don’t touch there, it’s wrong!”
Manoj - “Wrong? I’m a pervert, Rekha—I need to fuck your asshole. Saw that big booty at Shalini’s party, shaking in that tight dress, and I’ve been dreaming of this hole ever since.”
Mom - “Please, Manoj, no! I can’t… it’s too much… anything but that!”
Her voice was pure panic, her eyes wide with fear. She’d always been religious—praying every morning, keeping our home pure.
Anal sex was never in her world, a sin she’d never even imagined, let alone endured. Manoj’s obsession with her ass, sparked at that party where Shalini made her wear that revealing dress, was a violation she couldn’t fathom.
I was shocked, asking myself why he’d want something so gross, so forbidden. It felt like he was trying to break her completely, to take even her dignity.
Manoj pulled his cock from her pussy with a wet pop, the slick shaft glistening with her juices. Her ass stopped shaking for a moment, her body tensing.
Manoj - “Spread your buttcheeks, Rekha. Show me that asshole—time to fuck it.”
Mom - “No, Manoj! I won’t… I can’t do that… please, don’t make me!”
She scrambled away, fear driving her. Her hands clutched the sheets, pulling them over her ass like a shield.
She curled her legs under, trying to hide her asshole, her boobs pressed against the bed as she whimpered, shaking her head.
Her eyes darted to the door, like she was thinking of running, but Manoj’s glare pinned her in place.
Manoj - “Get back here, you fucking slut! Turn to doggystyle and spread your cheeks, or I’ll force you!”
Mom - “Manoj, please… I’m scared… don’t do this… I’ll do anything else…”
I wondered—was this the “massage” Manoj had lied about? He’d told me he was helping Mom relax, but this was no relaxation. It was a nightmare, and Mom was trapped.
Slowly, her shoulders slumped, and she turned back to doggystyle, her hands trembling as she reached back and spread her buttcheeks.
Her asshole was small, pink, and tight, quivering slightly as she exposed it. My breath caught—it was cute, in a strange way, but so wrong for this.
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, that asshole’s perfect—tight and ready for my cock.”
Mom - “No, Manoj… it’s not ready… please, don’t touch it… I’m begging…”
Manoj ignored her, dipping his fingers into her pussy, scooping her juices and smearing them over her asshole, lubricating it with slick, warm fluid.
Her religious heart must’ve screamed—anal sex was a line she’d never crossed, a taboo her faith condemned.
But her body betrayed her, the juices making her asshole glisten, inviting Manoj’s perversion. I fully understood now—Mom was doing something wrong, sinning against Dad, against us, even if she was forced. Manoj’s voice dripped with shame.
Manoj - “Look at this, Rekha—your pussy juices making your asshole shine. It’s fucking beautiful, you slut.”
Mom - “Stop, Manoj… don’t say that… it’s not beautiful… it’s shameful…”
Manoj - “Shameful? Your asshole’s a work of art, bitch—gonna fuck it till you scream.”
I nodded, confused but agreeing with Manoj—her asshole was cute, small, and perfect, but the thought of him using it made me sick.
It was so wrong, so dirty. Manoj positioned himself, his massive cock—thick, veined, still wet from her pussy—pressing against her asshole.
He readied her, rubbing the tip around the rim, teasing the tight ring.
Manoj - “Here we go, Rekha. My cock’s going in your asshole—relax, or it’ll hurt more.”
Mom - “UUUHH! AAAHH! Manoj, no! It’s too big… it won’t fit!”
Manoj - “Shut the fuck up, slut! Stop shouting and take my dick!”
Mom - “AAAHH! It’s uncomfortable… it hurts so much… please, stop!”
Manoj - “I don’t give a shit, Rekha—your asshole’s mine. Push back, you whore!”
She shouted, her voice raw, as he pushed harder, the tip stretching her asshole painfully.
She tried to avoid it—clenching her cheeks, shifting her hips forward, even reaching back to push his cock away with trembling fingers.
But Manoj was relentless, his hands gripping her hips, forcing her still. I agreed with Mom—his dick was too big, impossible for that tiny hole. It couldn’t fit, not without tearing her apart.
The struggle was brutal. Her asshole resisted, the tight ring refusing to open, but Manoj kept pushing, his cockhead pressing harder, stretching her inch by inch.
Her screams were deafening, her body shaking, sweat dripping down her back. She kicked her legs slightly, trying to crawl away, but Manoj yanked her back, his grip like iron.
Creatively, she grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips to lift her ass higher, hoping it’d make him slip out, but it only gave him better access.
Manoj - “You fucking bitch, stop fighting! Spread your cheeks and let my cock in!”
Mom - “AAAHH! UUUHH! I can’t, Manoj! It’s tearing me… please, no!”
Manoj - “Take it, you whore! Your asshole’s opening—fuck, it’s tight!”
Mom - “AAAHH! NO! It hurts… I can’t do this… stop!”
Finally, with a sickening pop, the cockhead entered her asshole, her scream piercing the air. Her body froze, trembling, but she jumped forward instinctively, her ass clenching, forcing his dick out.
Manoj roared, his face red with anger, his cock throbbing in the air.
Manoj - “Goddamn it, Rekha! You fucking ruined it! Relax, you stupid slut!”
Mom - “I’m sorry, Manoj… AAAHH! It hurt so much… please, give me a moment…”
Manoj - “A moment? You’re pissing me off, bitch! Get back in doggystyle—now!”
Mom - “Please, Manoj… just a second… I can’t… it’s too much…”
I was in shock, my heart racing. I wanted to stop Manoj, to call Dad, to do anything, but I didn’t.
Why? I was scared—scared of Manoj’s anger, scared of what Dad would think, scared of breaking Mom’s secret.
I was just a kid, frozen by fear and confusion, my love for her tangled with disgust. Manoj stood, storming to her, grabbing her hair while she was still facing him.
He looked into her eyes, his face inches from hers, and kissed her forcefully, his lips smashing against hers, his tongue invading her mouth.
Manoj - “You’re mine, Rekha—every fucking hole. Turn around, or I’ll make you.”
Mom - “Manoj, please… don’t… I need time… it hurts…”
He didn’t listen, swiftly spinning her to doggystyle, her fat ass jiggling as she landed on her knees.
Her cheeks bounced, her pussy still dripping, her asshole red from the earlier attempt. She begged, her voice cracking.
Mom - “Manoj, I’m begging… don’t do this… it’s too painful…”
Manoj - “Shut up, slut. Adjust—push your ass up, relax your hole. I’m fucking it now.”
Mom - “Please… I can’t… it’s wrong… I’m scared…”
She obeyed, lifting her ass higher, her hands spreading her cheeks again, her asshole quivering.
Manoj lined up his cock, pushing slowly this time, the tip pressing against her lubricated hole. She endured, her body trembling, her breath ragged.
The cockhead entered again, stretching her asshole with a slow, agonizing burn.
Mom - “AAAHH! UUUHH! MANOJ, IT HURTS! PLEASE, NO!”
Manoj - “Don’t fucking move, you whore! Stay still, or I’ll rip your asshole apart!”
Mom - “AAAHH! I’m trying… it’s too big… I can’t…”
I moved to another window, desperate to see better, my eye pressed to a different crack.
I felt guilty, knowing I was doing bad manners, eagerly watching Mom turn into a slut, but I couldn’t stop.
Manoj’s cock was pushing into her asshole, the tight ring stretching painfully around the head, then an inch more.
She shouted, her screams raw, because the pain was unbearable—her asshole wasn’t meant for this, too small, too tight for his massive dick. Manoj guided her, his voice harsh.
Manoj - “Push back, Rekha—open your asshole. Take my cock, you slut.”
Mom - “UUUHH! AAAHH! I can’t… it’s burning… please, stop!”
Manoj - “Keep going, bitch—your hole’s taking it. Fuck, it’s tight.”
Mom - “AAAHH! Manoj, it’s too much… I’m trying… it hurts!”
It wasn’t working—her asshole clenched, resisting, and Manoj’s patience snapped. He pulled out in anger, his cock springing free, and threw Mom to the side, her body hitting the bed with a thud. She gasped, curling up, her ass still jiggling.
Manoj - “You’re a fucking useless slut, Rekha! Can’t even take my dick in your asshole!”
Mom - “I’m sorry, Manoj… it’s too painful… I tried… please, don’t be mad…”
Manoj stormed to his suitcase, rummaging through it. He pulled out a small, shiny object, tapered at one end, with a flared base. My eyes widened—what was that?
Manoj - “This, Rekha, is an anal plug. Gonna stretch your asshole so you’re ready for my cock next time.”
Mom - “An… anal plug? What… what is it? I don’t understand…”
Manoj - “It’s a toy, you dumb slut. Goes in your asshole, stays there, opens you up. Now lie on your stomach.”
Mom - “Okay, Manoj… but… will it hurt? I’m scared…”
She agreed, lying on her stomach, her hands parting her asscheeks again. Her asshole was red, still slick with her juices. Manoj pushed the plug against it, the tip slipping in easily but the wider part stretching her.
She gasped, her body tensing, her legs kicking slightly as she tried to adjust. The struggle was intense—her asshole resisted, clenching, but Manoj twisted it, pushing harder until it popped in, fully locked, the base snug against her cheeks.
Mom - “AAAHH! Manoj, it’s… it’s in! It feels so strange… will it hurt?”
Manoj - “It’s fine, slut. Keeps your asshole ready. Never take it out, got it?”
Mom - “But… what if I need to… to shit? I can’t keep it in forever…”
Manoj - “Take it out then, but put it back after. Your asshole’s mine now.”
Mom - “Okay… I’ll try… it’s so uncomfortable…”
Manoj sat back, stroking his cock, still hard and throbbing. He pointed to it, his grin wicked.
Manoj - “Get over here, Rekha. Suck my cock—I need to cum, and your mouth’s perfect.”
Mom - “Alright, Manoj… I’ll do it… just… no more anal sex, please.”
She crawled to him, her boobs swaying, the plug shifting in her asshole with every move.
She took his cock in her mouth, sucking like a professional slut—her lips tight, her tongue swirling, her head bobbing with a rhythm that shocked me.
Her cheeks hollowed, her eyes half-closed, and she made soft, wet sounds, like she’d done this before. I couldn’t believe it—Mom, my holy mom, sucking like that.
Manoj - “Fuck, Rekha, you’re a professional slut! Sucking my cock like a porn star—damn!”
Mom - “Mmm… I’m just… doing what you want… I’m not that…”
Manoj - “Not that? You’re a fucking pro, bitch—keep sucking, make me cum.”
She kept going, her mouth working faster, her hands gripping his thighs. His cock twitched, and with a grunt, he came, thick spurts filling her mouth.
She gagged, her eyes watering, and tried to pull back, spit dribbling down her chin.
Manoj - “Swallow it, Rekha! Don’t you dare spit my cum out, you whore!”
Mom - “Mmm… Manoj, I can’t… it’s too much… please…”
Manoj - “Swallow, bitch! Open your mouth after—show me it’s gone.”
She swallowed, her throat bobbing, her face crumpling with disgust. She opened her mouth, tongue out, showing it was empty. Manoj laughed, satisfied, and collapsed onto the bed.
Mom curled up beside him, both naked, the plug still in her asshole, her body slick with sweat. They fell asleep, the room quiet except for their heavy breathing.
Then the next morning..........
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